Where There Is Money There Is No

Love To Faults Is Always Blind, Always Is To Joy Inclined. Lawless, Winged, And Unconfined, And Breaks All Chains From Every Mind.

Reason, Or The Ratio Of All We Have Already Known, Is Not The Same That It Shall Be When We Know More.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars.

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

For Everything That Lives Is Holy, Life Delights In Life.